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At night I repeatedly woke from sleep exhausted from re-dreaming old dreams.

I felt as if I had no new dreams.

Every night I felt as if I were trapped in a backwash of sleep with the same images tumbling in on me. Nothing but re-runs out of the shadows. Leaving me barren when I woke.

My dreams were overused memories of dreams I had dreamed before; as if nothing new was happening within me emotionally, within my experiencing of life.

So there was nothing new to draw upon.

Nothing new to dream about.

Living on leftovers.